The Billionaire Can't Escape His Shameless Heiress Wife!-Chapter 12: A Thief in the House

A few days later.

Torrential rain suddenly fell in the city. It took a few hours before the weather finally calmed down.

Late night in the Harrington family mansion was strangely peaceful. After Isabella returned from Wisteria Compound, her uncle and his wife’s presence were much frequent than they used to.

In the past, the two would go missing for an entire day and night, only returning when it was almost or past midnight. Yet, these past three days, Isabella had shared dinner with them without fail.

Even now, the couple kept a loving look in their eyes. What happened a few days ago, when the two argued about the pearl necklace, was already forgotten.

It was as if nothing had happened.

The only thing that made the atmosphere in the dining room somewhat awkward was Vanessa’s glare aimed at Isabella.

But as if she didn’t notice this, Isabella finished her food and went back to her room to rest.

***

Somewhere past midnight.

The mansion had gone completely still. The lights had already been turned off, and the servants and maids retired for the night.

Under the moonlight spilling through the windows to the floor, a figure tiptoed toward one of the rooms on the second floor. Their footsteps were soft and soundless, so no one suspected anything.

When the figure finally stopped, they silently reached for the doorknob, trying it out, and when they were sure it wasn’t locked, they opened it and closed it behind them. The room wasn’t shrouded in darkness; the corners of the room were still faintly lit. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Seeing this, the man’s eyes zeroed in on the woman lying on the bed. He inwardly counted ten seconds. When there were no movements, he was still not assured and slowly walked to the bed. Using his tall stature, he looked down at the woman’s face, finding it a bit plain.

Still, seeing a sleeping and defenseless woman in front of him, he was slightly aroused.

Yet, he chased away the thoughts as he had another task tonight, telling himself not to get distracted.

The man reluctantly backed away from the bed, turning his body around before he stalked to the other side, where the closets were situated.

Mark, the man who came like a thief under the veil of the night, was none other than the driver assigned to Isabella.

Three days ago, when he came back just after he drove Isabella back to the mansion, he was called to the head butler’s office. When he got to the office, he found the butler looking menacingly at him. However, he wasn’t alone. He was with Bard Harrington, their employer.

Seeing the man who pays their monthly salary in the room, Mark was instantly afraid. He didn’t know what he did to get the attention of Bard, but he felt it had something to do with his failure to follow Isabella inside the Wisteria Compound.

But he was wrong. Bard didn’t come to reprimand him. Rather, he wanted to give him a new task.

A task to take an object from the eldest young miss’s room.

And it wasn’t anything unfamiliar to him. He had seen the object himself that day. It was the pearl necklace that also attracted his greed.

He didn’t know why his employer wanted him to do this, but he was paid a large sum of money in advance. Mark would never turn away from a chance to earn more. With his debts and gambling habits, more money meant he could play a bit longer.

Mark didn’t hesitate any longer. He quietly opened the closet and started to rummage around. There were a lot of clothes there, all of which belonged to Isabella. He heard that young misses from wealthy families love to collect expensive and beautiful clothes, so he thought he could take some back along with the necklace.

But looking at the dresses that looked like what a nun would wear daily, Mark frowned and decided not to take them. In this time and age, who still want to wear something that would make people mistake you for a sister at a church? As for other things... he couldn’t see anything that was noteworthy. Everything just looked too ordinary and worthless.

Was this still the things belonging to a young woman from a wealthy family?

He proceeded with searching for the necklace. Just as he was sweating because he couldn’t find it, from the corners of his eyes, he caught sight of a brocade box on top of the bedside table.

Because he was focused on making sure Isabella was asleep, he didn’t notice it. But now that he did, Mark ignored everything else and quickly grabbed it. He didn’t even question why such a precious thing was placed in the open.

Looking at the brocade box in his hand, Mark licked his lips like a ravenous beast. He remembered the necklace shimmering around Isabella’s neck. In just one glance, he knew that it was priceless. Even now, he was filled with the covetous idea that he could just escape and sell the necklace.

But he quickly turned away from that idea. If he did escape from his mission and take away the necklace to sell it himself, he would be hunted down.

Thus, Mark decided not to be greedy and not to be driven by his desire.

Since he already got what he needed, he quickly backed away and left the room.

When the door was closed and Mark finally disappeared, the woman on the bed, whom he believed to be asleep, finally opened her eyes.

A silver glint flashed as she slowly blinked.

All traces of sleepiness were gone. In fact, there was no need to, because Isabella wasn’t asleep at all.

After a minute of stillness in her room, Isabella finally stirred in the bed and sat up. She slowly moved her gaze around the room.

Mark hadn’t done a good job as a thief.

"Tsk," Isabella clicked her tongue in annoyance. "As a thief, aren’t you a bit too clean and coordinated?"

The room wasn’t ransacked at all. What sort of thief was too cautious about what they should steal?

A normal thief would take everything in sight, big or small, when given an opportunity. For as long as it was something within their reach, there was nothing that could stop them.

She even turned a deaf ear to his loud breathing and the other noises he made just so he could take his time. Yet, Mark was not tempted to take anything. She even especially added two more lights to light up the room.

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Isabella decided to fix his mistakes.

Slowly walking to her closet, Isabella ran her fingers on the dresses hanging from the cabinet. Then, like a possessed woman, she ruthlessly threw them to the floor until there was barely anything hanging inside. Then, she turned back to her bedroom and started to swipe some things from the cupboards, bedside table, and her dressing table. From vases, glasses, cosmetic products, and even small decorations, each of them found their way shattered on the floor.

Finally, she was satisfied.

At this point, people should be roused awake from the noises she made.

That was her cue.

With practiced ease, her eyes turned bloodshot with fear and despair. Her scream tore the entire mansion awake.

"Help!"